Pet Cobra

The Last Post of The Year

Soon we will be done with 2007, and apart from the birth of my wonderful daughter, the continued awesomeness of my fantastic wife and son, and a couple of big strides taken on the road to Professional Writerdom, the past 363 days have pretty much been a wash. The Bhutto assassination was pretty much the cherry on the cake of a lousy year. So, 2007, let us speak no more of you. Good day, 2007! I said GOOD DAY, SIR!

(Next year, expect to see more stuff on the 'ol Pet Cobra. I have neglected this site, and plan on rectifying that with a steady stream of random thoughts, meandering screeds, etc.)

Christmas in The Valley

Big Wednesday

Too rich for my blood. The drive down the coast was sloooooow this morning, thanks to the crowds who took the PCH route in order to watch the show. I drove down to Former Home Break at lunch to take a gander. Brought the camera as well.

Hard to get a sense of scale, since no one was crazy enough to paddle out, but the sets were double overhead, maybe bigger. I'm all for trying to push oneself - this year, once things settle down and we're in that family groove, I'm going to try for bigger waves and really work on my surfing in general, but that? Maybe in the next life.

Yawn

Holy shit, it's been 13 days since my last post. Sorry about that. My life can be summed up in one word; wehaveanewbabyandsheisfantasticbutshemakesusverytiredandiwork8hoursadaythencomehometohelptakecareofthebabyandthethreeyearoldbothofwhomhavethenergyofthetasmaniandevilonthelatestbalcoproductandwhateversmidgenofenergyihaveafterthatisdevotedtodoingworkontheparentricitysiteanddadcentricthebookbeforecollapsinginaheaponthecouch. That is a real word. It's German.

But the good news is that my company has declared December "Casual Month", and so I can wear jeans every day, which means that I don't have to iron a pair of Dockers at 6:00 a.m., which translates into 6 minutes of extra sleep. (Yes, I counted.) This also may mean that on select days, I may be able to get in a pre-work surf. (No, I don't plan on paddling out on what's being touted as The Next Big Wednesday; I may be dumb, but I ain't stupid, and considering that I've paddled out once in the past month, I doubt I'd make it past the whitewater.) And by "select days", I mean days when Zoe sleeps through the night and Lucas stays in bed until 8:00 the next morning. I'm thinking that will be on December 21. 2009.